WINTER ROSES ~ Part Two The Haunting of the Wolflord ~ By Dennis Saran he can still hear her whisper promise me... in the darkness of his dungeon cell he can still see her face just as it was on her final day wasted away grey and wan her eyes fever bright flower petals as pale blue as a spring frost scattered about the room doing little to mask the scent of what is to come the bitter salt and iron smell of her blood can be tasted upon the air she barely has strength left to clutch at his hand and whisper promise me... her dying words and the living memory that she leaves him with will be a brutal pain in his heart and a ghost in his mind until the end of his days and in the darkness of his dungeon cell he can yet hear her last whisper promise me...
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 05:50:40 +0000
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